C461 FIRST CRY OF FREEDOM

"He is coming now, Damon! Don't you dare let me fall," Elara gasped, her fingers digging into the leather of his sleeves with a strength that would have snapped the bones of a mortal.

The High Spire was no longer a palace; it was a graveyard of white stone and broken glass. The heavy, oily weight of the 2nd Prince’s presence had vanished, replaced by the sharp, clean scent of rain and blue fire